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I want to make love to you.
Then with you.
Over and over and over again.
Till we can't stand up.
Or we get so sore,
we have to stop.
Kissing till our lips burn,
and our bodies are bursting.
To connect and fulfill,
the promises we made.
Satisfaction is so temporary,
when passion is ignited by,
a whispered plea,
a hitch in a breath,
a throaty moan,
or a love like ours.
Then the heat takes over.
Bodies slam, fingers shake.
Clothes rip, china breaks.
Lovers take and take.
Till we end up a puddle,
of slippery skin and tangled limbs.
Till its time to go again, and again.